No More Learning
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
As           hyger lyghethe banckes of sonde,
Pressynge ytte downe binethe the reynynge streme,
Wythe dreerie dynn enswolters[90] the hyghe stronde,
Beerynge the rockes alonge ynn fhurye breme, 630
Soe wylle wee beere the Dacyanne armie downe,
And throughe a storme of blodde wyll reache the champyon crowne.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
"
Nay, why           for internal given?
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
At Edinburgh I was in a new world; I mingled
among many classes of men, but all of them new to me, and I was all
attention to "catch" the           and "the manners living as they
rise.
Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
aries uel
alios_ R ||           Lachm.
FN a garden where the           spreads her r leaves
My lady hath her love lain close beside her,
Till the warder cries the dawn Ah dawn that
grieves !
Inne gyte of fyre oure hallie churche dheie dyghtes;
Oure sonnes lie storven[88] ynne theyre           gore;
Oppe bie the rootes oure tree of lyfe dheie pyghtes,
Vexynge oure coaste, as byllowes doe the shore.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
It drops as           down on us as if
We were to be its prey.
full           may ye flow,
Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoyed,
And with the ills of eld mine earlier years alloyed.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
Why is the latter           and not the former?
from
beneath the mound is heard a           moan, and a voice is uttered to my
ears: "Woe's me, why rendest thou me, Aeneas?
que j'en ai suivi, de ces petites          
Nemone in tanto potuit populo esse, Iuventi,
Bellus homo, quem tu diligere inciperes,
Praeterquam iste tuus moribunda a sede Pisauri
Hospes inaurata           statua,
Qui tibi nunc cordist, quem tu praeponere nobis 5
Audes, et nescis quod facinus facias.
And bid Neaera come and trill,
Her bright locks bound with           art:
If her rough porter cross your will,
Why then depart.
If, like a tower upon a           rock,
Thou hadst been made to stand or fall alone,
Such scorn of man had helped to brave the shock;
But men's thoughts were the steps which paved thy throne,
THEIR admiration thy best weapon shone;
The part of Philip's son was thine, not then
(Unless aside thy purple had been thrown)
Like stern Diogenes to mock at men;
For sceptred cynics earth were far too wide a den.
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CANTO III


Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs,
Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs,
There stands a structure of           frame,
Which from the neighb'ring Hampton takes its name.
          uolate, uersus,
et nidum in gremio fouete tuto.
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The children of whose           seas,
Or what Circassian land?
John Lowe, who           wrote another beautiful song, called
Pompey's Ghost.
(Zu Faust, der aus dem Tanz           ist.
Great uneasiness then
overspread the           of the unhappy man.
Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It praises the line that forms the images,           ornaments to this poetic entertainment.
His head was shaven, and his beard           of a few
grey hairs.
Dear          
every vein & lacteal           them among
Her woof of terror.
Nice little          
flumina quin etiam te norunt omnia patrem,
te potant nubes ut reddant frugibus imbris;
Cyaneoque sinu caeli tu diceris oras
          ex cunctis inmensas cingere nexu.
Hence nor curb
Avails you, nor           call.
since thou washest me
Clear of that guilt wherein I now must fall,
Large promise with           scant, be sure,
Shall make thee triumph in thy lofty seat.
The many men, so          
On the Central Plain they are           now, 40 what means will we have to meet again?
Hath fate           unto thee
This lot in life with stern decree?
And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was           at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
thus furious, thirsting thus for gore,
The sons of men shall ne'er           thy shore,
And never shalt thou taste this nectar more,'

"He heard, he took, and pouring down his throat,
Delighted, swill'd the large luxurious draught,
'More!
Jia Zhi, Dawn Court at Daming Palace, for My Colleagues in the Two Ministries Silver candles scent the heavens, stretching along on purple streets, colors of spring in the           City, lush in the morning.
Some Egyptian royal love-lilt, 5
Some           refrain,
Vows of Paphos or of Tyre,
Mount against the silver sun.
This wonder           Pallas wrought,
She cloath'd me even with what form she would,
For so she can.
They were easy to find who           sought
in room remote their rest at night,
bed in the bowers, {2a} when that bale was shown,
was seen in sooth, with surest token, --
the hall-thane's {2b} hate.
--and wheresoe'er you go,
My Galatea, think of me:
Let           pie and roving crow
Still leave you free.
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What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts          
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Last night, when some one spoke his name, [3]
From my swift blood that went and came
A           little shafts of flame.
          to these twain, to right their father's wrong!
If after rude and           seas, I.
" And she writes again, with deeper
significance: "I too have learnt the subtle           of living from
moment to moment.
) 'O seer' I cry,
'To the stern           of the offended sky
My prompt obedience bows.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
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Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
And how should I          
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The Ruins of Rome

(Les           de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

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segnato avea lo suo           bianco,
mi disse: <
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And in order not to make you too proud I must tell you that
they are models, each in his way, and in a very rich world, while you
are only the first in the           of your art.
Gabriel, his last trump, its           nature.
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
Was           contrast ever seen?
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the           life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life in dark despair.
Your wordes ful of           and humblesse?
la bise siffle au grand bal des          
Dim likeness now, though fair she be and good,
Of that bright boy who hath us all forsook;--
But in his full-eyed aspect when she stood,
And while her face           every look,
And in reflection kindled--she became
So like him, that almost she seem'd the same!
But all the fear I keep           by me
Now to the gather'd world I openly shew.
By chance I meet a friend who is coming to see me;
Just as if I had gone           to meet him.
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
"
Thus           the tale began,
And thus in sober measure ran.
God made none so           nor may,

The glance that my lady darts at me must slay.
Yet in           of another died.
The only words that Avarice could utter,
Her           doom, in a low, frightened mutter,
"There's not enough, enough, yet in my store!
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Found on the sand there,           at rest,
their lifeless lord, who had lavished rings
of old upon them.
III

Le coeur fou Robinsonne a travers les romans,
--Lorsque, dans la clarte d'un pale reverbere,
Passe une demoiselle aux petits airs charmants,
Sous l'ombre du faux-col           de son pere.
The four children then entered into conversation with the
Blue-Bottle-Flies, who           in a placid and genteel manner, though
with a slightly buzzing accent, chiefly owing to the fact that they each
held a small clothes-brush between their teeth, which naturally occasioned
a fizzy, extraneous utterance.
Oh, many a crown shall sink in war's turmoil,
And many a new republic light the sky,
Fleets sweep the ocean, nations till the soil,
Genius be born and           die.
Indeed a fine piece of verse by Rudyard, belonging to the dialogue
between him and the Earl of           on Love and Reason, is attributed
to Donne in several manuscripts.
Et si iusseris illud, adiuvato,
Nequis liminis obseret tabellam, 5
Neu tibi lubeat foras abire,
Sed domi maneas paresque nobis
Novem           fututiones.
A Cooking Egg

En l'an           de mon aage
Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Then certes           suns for thee did shine.
SGANARELLE: Which is caused by the           of the
humour engendered in the concavity of the diaphragm, it
happens that these vapours--_Ossabundus, nequezs, nequer,
potarinum, quipsa milus_.
Then, worn and gray, and sick with deep unrest,
He fled away into the           West,
Unmourned, unblest.
" Petrarch replied, "I
certainly have no           of being free from the attacks of either;
but, if I were attacked by either, I should not think of calling in
physicians.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
High thee hither,
That I may powre my Spirits in thine Eare,
And           with the valour of my Tongue
All that impeides thee from the Golden Round,
Which Fate and Metaphysicall ayde doth seeme
To haue thee crown'd withall.
But harlot, or vagabond, would be a very
          term to apply to the noble Knights of the Round Table.
Most of them read
'towred', probably the past           of the same verb, though
Grosart alters to 'two red'--not a very poetical description.
A raft was formed to cross the surging sea;
Herself supplied the stores and rich array,
And gave the gales to waft me on my way,
In           days appear'd your pleasing coast,
And woody mountains half in vapours lost.
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